name."
"Gunn. Deputy Sheriff Harry Gunn."
H.G? Is Officer Hotness the H.G in Madison's diary?
"Say I was interested in Deputy Gunn, how would I meet him?"
"With your driving skills, shouldn't be hard?"
"OK, how about a cheaper way of getting a date?"
Her brow furrowed.
"Harry's not exactly shy about asking out a girl. From what I've heard he's slept with half the Freshers here."
My skin crawled. "Real romantic..."
I needed to change the subject.
"What about you, Mai? Is there a Proxy carrot man in your life?"
Her eyes furtively avoided mine. "Sort of. It’s complicated. So what's next for you, now that you've conquered your first assignment?"
"Entirely thanks to you, Mai, hopefully I shall get a serious investigative assignment for the paper. Maybe even something under cover."
Her brow furrowed. "You're serious?"
"Sure. This campus has fifty thousand students and its own police force. There's got to be all sorts of social problems bubbling away under Kimberley's serene surface."
She adopted a look of concentration and glanced out of the window at the ugly gargoyles adorning the walls.
"I suppose there are secrets."
This was my first natural chance to delve into what Mai knew about Madison's death.
"Mai, I heard a student was killed last year."
She bit her lower lip and nodded.
"Did you know her?"
Mai nodded. "She was my roommate. Madison."
"You're joking."
Tears filled Mai's eyes.
"I don't really want to talk about it."
She rubbed her eyes. "I think I'm going to turn in for the night."
She stood and turned to leave.
"I'm sorry Mai, I had no idea."
She hesitated and shot me a strange, mistrusting look. It quickly dissolved with her tears and changed back to the gracefully generous Mai I knew.
"Robyn, if you want to know more about it, ask her boyfriend."
"Who?"
"She never said who, but I think he was a campus cop."
"How do you know?"
Mai shrugged. "Madison once stole his handcuffs."
I bid Mai goodnight and sat in bed with my lap top.
The software program had finished scanning the Kimberley Times network. Hidden in J.C. Thruster's personal folder was a photograph.
It had taken all night to decrypt the file.
It was a high resolution photograph of a necklace. The pendant was engraved with an ugly Venetian mask crossed with a pair of swords.
I wasn't sure what it meant or how to use it. But I was sure someone knew. For whatever this symbol meant, Madison had died because of it.
I re-read the journal and an entry caught my eye:
I thought I could trust H.G. How wrong can a girl be? Betrayal in love hurts bad, but what he did is unforgivable. A wound that cannot heal.
All the same, I'm too close to back away now. No matter what the danger. He doesn't know I know, so I'm safe... for now.
Only one more night and I'll know everything.
That was the last entry.
What was the thing so unforgivable? Some kind of betrayal more than heartbreak? I had no idea what it could mean.
What could be more unforgiving than heartbreak? Death? Murder? I needed to look into the history of Kimberley campus crimes. For reported crimes the knowledge held by the Kimberley Times could be invaluable. My job there seemed more important than ever. But the more I searched the archives, the more I was convinced there was something missing. Hidden.
I needed access to information about crimes that went unreported. But who would know about them? Perhaps a campus cop? Perhaps Officer Hotness?
I closed the laptop and fell into a restless sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning I woke early and was greeted in the kitchen by Mai's beautiful smile.
I checked my email and found a reply by J.C. Thruster. I assumed his assistant had transcribed it.
The email read:
Impressed. Now prove to me you are a serious journalist. Bring me a scoop on the Knights of Kimberley.
No explanation. No context. I assumed it was another joke assignment designed to wear me down and make me quit just like my predecessors.
"Mai, who are the Knights of